NOstalgia

Forget the stupid episode concept! My life shouldn’t be read like a book.

Good thing we didn’t have a house meeting today… or else I wouldn’t realize a few things…

            As I went homeward in the direction I have always taken, I saw mamang pishbol in front of a bookstore. Seeing the look of suffering he tried to conceal,. I almost felt like crying and told him: “pabili po ng limang pisong fishball.” He stared back and said something unforgettable: “ok”. As I was eating, I liked looking around seeing people in all shapes and sizes! How ignorant of me not to see these, for I always failed to notice them. So many questions boggle my mind while I was eating my prized fish balls. Why can’t pigs and owls ever return to each other’s arms again… oh yeah, they don’t have arms! Oh, well. Should happiness and enjoyment always pair up with toil and suffering under the same weight? Why must Mrs. Caslib mutate? How long will clothes deceive others into thinking that the size of the soft muscle in the center increases and decreases, if you know what I mean? Why am I posting this shit? Why, why, why?? I don’t have the answers to these basic questions yet… but it is clear that I am but feeling empty right now.

            If it weren’t for mamang pishbol, I wouldn’t have the courage to post this.

            Thanks mamang pishbol.